’ ‘I didn’t like you much at first when you started work. I thought you were a little stuck-up and to be honest, a bit of a jerk.’ ‘That’s...no secret, hon.’ ‘And I’m sorry for that. That wasn’t fair for me to judge you, not even having given you a chance.’ ‘That’s OK.’ ‘Anyway…in these last few months, I’ve really started to get close to you, and I think…’ ‘Mmm?’ ‘Lucas…I think I may be starting to fall in love with you…I don’t know…’ I looked back in her deep beautiful eyes, and said, ‘Sue,. She heard a males voice telling her “you will get fucked, you missed getting fucked didn’t you” she recognized the voice and relaxed a bit, it was Steve, he was home early, she felt how his cock pressed against her body while he was sitting on top of her, her pussy got wet, he told her to not scream when he releases his hand, she nodded, he changed his hand with his mouth and kissed her deeply, she felt his cock right outside her pussy, rubbing there while he kissed her, her pussy started to. In the months since that first encounter, you have watched the signs of renewal, the visible indications of immortality, as they have stealthily erased the craggy lines from his face, rebuilt his musculature, replanted his hairline and stolen away with his aging.Only his eyes have never changed: old, with a stark wisdom of bitter years, a charm that comes of long experience with weighing and sifting the essential and dismissing the ephemeral without offense, and an irony that comes from. This caused her to fall into a sense of insecurity, bringing Adrian along for the ride. That insecurity had almost cost them, AND me, everything.That's what they were to me; Everything.To them, I am their Master. I had complete power over them, but that power only exists as long as they allow it to exist. With the use of one word, all of my power over them vanishes.This always brings up a question that I've wrestled with quite frequently; In the sexual Master/slave relationship, which one.